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In peacefulness My feet press into Earth’s crust Feeling its heartbeat As in a trance My eyes take in The wondrous vision Of fall’s display Uplifted by the melodious Choir of birds  A glorious sonata of Many voices uplifted I never tire nor thirst Feeding upon nature Wrapping me in warmth As it was intended

No finer parchment than The surface of your mind Skin on which I have written My most erotic poetry, words Graven deep into the most Sensitive parts of your being, Until my penned desires cover The entirity of the cherished Book which is you, the paper Upon which I pour beloved ink. • Donovan Baldwin

Call me poet for I wander lost byways Of mortality and mind, Gathering cast off Images and impressions, Stowed away willy-nilly In the pack upon my back Where a genie resides Transmuting piles of Fleeting flowing realities, Binding them to print, Random words pretending To be poetry. • Donovan Baldwin

seeing you watching i extend invitations disguised as poems • Donovan Baldwin

It's not the color of your lips, It's what they have to say, If your eyes be blue, green, or brown I'd love you anyway. The color of your skin, Also matters not to me, Nor the type of clothes you wear, Tight bound or fancy free. You can have the biggest bust, Or one that's rather small, I'm not just going to love that part, I hope to love you all. Your bottom can be curvy, Or perhaps a trifle flat, That's fine because, you see my love, That's not what I'm looking at. Fashion says how you should look, If a fool, you heed and listen, But, when I hold you in my arms, It won't be "fashion" that I'm kissin'. I want a woman in my arms, Who just wants to be right there. When it comes to height or weight, I can't say I really care. Age is not a factor, Nor if you have much wealth. Although I must admit, that I have a thing for health. If you can hug me tightly, After I've acted like an ass, Then open up your arms for me, And become my charming lass. • Donovan Baldwin

I’m feeling good I want to play But he’s asleep Worked hard today! I let down my hair But you don’t see So I’m writing poetry Alone! Alone gives me time A quiet writing space A stranger appears A master, a writer. Connected in words Conjuring heat Kindred twisted egos Happy to meet! This feels good Posing for his pen …I look around I’m still alone!

Where leads this beckoning road, This silent, time-worn street? Does it lead to secret places, where Angels and demons meet? Or, does it fade with forward steps, And slowly cease to be? Perhaps it reaches unknown lands, Which I am doomed to never see. Yet I cannot long each road ignore, Nor allow my steps to turn, From each strange path to somewhere, And something I must learn. • Donovan Baldwin

one day she took wing urged by a broken angel to soar skies of love ----- they look at my words all that anyone can see poet anonymous ----- restless all these years bound punished and degraded by family and friends then love she'd never known in forms she had not dared dream was shown her by a master the velvet restraints seemed to be just made for her his arms her safest place so she entered into love gave herself to gain it all he already wished for her ----- she is a true muse words of love trust and desire given me to use ----- do not be ashamed to profess the love you feel in honest open words ----- i keep watch for you the muse who speaks from her heart longing to touch you to be touched by you ----- will you be my words images that fill my mind rhythm that drives me ----- i will write of you though our names have never met and we love alone ----- our small universe two leaves on the same tree doomed to never meet ----- the words you have caused love stories you've inspired starring you and me ----- love lay beside her in the dirt and mud her treasure disdained by one who should hove loved her, but left her... another lifted her cherished her eternal gift in the chapel of his heart the love chambers of their bodies ----- once woke beside love so long that place is empty only filled with dreams ----- opens her pages begging me to write my words her nectar my ink ----- i've long lived with dreams reality passed me by and you left as well ----- tried to give you love but despite freedom offered i was not your dream ----- gave all that i could asked so little in return got much less than that ----- i dreamed of a muse who understood my need for her who urged me to love her ----- poet and his dream never met but we became the greatest lovers ----- stripped of her heavy armor stinking wet with fear and tears naked to his loving arms safe here she can weep safe here she can be herself safe here she can leave that terrible world behind safe here in his loving arms ----- love's about secrets not those hidden but shared proudly and with trust ----- i have quit hoping much too old to have such dreams but still they come ----- i've spent life alone amidst crowds and gaiety wandered like a ghost • Donovan Baldwin

You are not lost The shadow man Of glorious spirit Passion flowing Words like velvet Desires felt not on skin By heart beats Pounding inside Where nobody sees But you

Please vote for Tammy's poem title "Poetry" by the little infinite poetry for life poetry contest sponsored by Ingram Spark. "Poetry" "Poetry" comes from deep within That is where the story begins "Poetry" is a form of art That touches your heart and soul right from the start Whether Spoken, Written or in a Song "Poetry" brings you in and takes you along written by Tammy Spears (copyright) Thank you for your support of ArtsKeeper artists!

Does a thought have a life after its birth? Can it travel in time from one mind to another across mountains and oceans and even farther? Some call it mental telepathy... I think it lives on indefinitely. What say you? ©️ Lorene Rogers 4-26-23